Do you keep meeting the same person over and over again?
At noon, you are walking quickly with a backpack on the quaint small streets of the ancient city.
It should be about this time. You naturally glance at the end of the street. Based on past experience, you know that she is coming.
A few seconds later, she appears, in your line of sight.
You secretly thought that the time was right, and walked across the street expressionlessly, trying to act as if nothing had happened, but the corner of your eye was paying attention to her, her expression, her steps, her every move, her changes today, and most importantly, whether she noticed you.
You and her are facing each other, getting closer and closer, with the classic green tiles and red wall behind you.
In the blink of an eye, you and she passed each other.
You and her are strangers...